Welcome to my Polish home on the net. I am dedicating this page to my Grandfather Charles and Grandmother Julia, whom gave me my Polish heritage.
Grandpa, according to my mother, was very excited about my birth. The predicting of the sex of a baby was a great game and a pleasing time passer. The birth of a grandson was the hope of all as it sometimes is in today's customs. Grandfather passed on and I of course was born the gender of female. As a child I can remember the marble steps of my grandmothers home in Baltimore, Maryland and the smell of fresh coffee knowing the buns were on the plate waiting. We were taught respect of self and others a simple phase yet complex in today's world. Our parents were creative and subtle in their teachings, using our chores as the guideline to the goal of respect of self and others. We would scrub the marble steps and grandmother would praise us by saying, "I can see my face" with a big smile and send us off to clean the alley and watch for the huckster. We watched the huckster come with is horse and wagon and chose our favorite fruit, as Aunt Clara chose our not so favorite veggies. Remembering through the eyes of a child of 9 it in today's words was "the pits". As a young adult of 16 the times of shopping in down town Baltimore City, was in to todays words,"the bomb" and time spent with our aunts building our character while receiving a history lesson. Today as an adult of 50, the times are now memories, and in todays words "Great". I have been blessed with my sons and am able to share all of the "Great" memories. Sharing the customs, foods, styles, the family stories, the best one of Aunt Betty loosing her underwear on the church steps. The love I have received through out my growing years overflows on all whom I have touched and have touched me. I will forever be thankful to my family who taught me how to absorb the Polish customs, express my freedom of choice, and choose my life path, while keeping the Polish customs alive!